Our goal is to not just be a photo-sharing app, but to be the way you share your life when you're on the go.

Focusing on one thing and doing it really, really well can get you very far.

If you've got an idea, start today. There's no better time than now to get going.

I promise you, a lot of it is luck. But you make your own luck by working really hard and trying lots and lots of things.

Above all else, products spread when they're useful and they're usable

I think Instagram at its best is where you feel like you're getting the most authentic version of the person on the other side of the camera.

Great products sell themselves.

Every photo you take communicates something about a moment in time - a brief slice of time of where you were, who you were with, and what you were doing.

Every startup should address a real and demonstrated need in the world. If you build a solution to a problem lots of people have, it's so easy to sell your product to the world.

I really love connecting people, creating communities. As a kid, creation was something that I always loved.

Instagram was created because there was no single place dedicated to giving your mobile photos a place to live and to be seen.

A thinker sees his own actions as experiments and questions--as attempts to find out something. Success and failure are for him answers above all.

You may be wrong at first

I have, as it were, constructed a lay-figure for the purposes of a demonstration which I desired to be as rapid and as impressive as possible.

The person who floated the axe with a stick is in charge of my affairs, so marvel not.

Church should be a place where love is evident, God delivers, lives are changed, hearts are healed, and families restored.

I understood the word 'swoon'. It felt that way, like 'sweep' and 'moon' and 'woo', all those words smashed together in one word that stood for that feeling, right then.

The ground of fearlessness is fear. In order to be fearless, you have to stand in the middle of your fear.

I don't feel I'm thrown around by the winds of taste and fashion.

The rhythm persisted, the unfaltering common meter of blues, but the blueness itself, the sorrow, the despair, began to give way to hope.

Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little?